Chapter 212: The Cold Buddhist Girl and the Sinister Young City Lord 7
Shen Suyuan sat in the tea room all night.
I originally thought that since so many bandits died in Lianhua Temple tonight, their ghosts should be making a lot of noise.
But for some reason, the area around Cha Jiu's meditation room was exceptionally quiet, without any ghost disturbance.
So the next morning, although Shen Suyuan had not slept the whole night, he was in good spirits.
But the cold and hard chair made my back and waist sore.
Chajiu was still sleeping soundly on the bed.
Shen Suyuan stood up and loosened his aching muscles while looking at her extremely proper sleeping posture and her pure white face that glowed softly in the dim light of the room.
Looks well-behaved and quiet.
Too beautiful to be real.
It looks more like the lotus in the hands of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Quiet, peaceful, and everlastingly compassionate.
Before leaving, Shen Suyuan couldn't help but poke her face, which was still tender and youthful.
It was just as I imagined, soft and tender as if covered in water.
The person who was poked in the face was not conscious at all, just her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, but she soon returned to calm.
Shen Suyuan looked at the faint blue color under her eyes and knew that she must be exhausted from copying some unknown Buddhist scriptures in the past few days.
Pushing the door open, Shen Wu and Shen Qi, who had been waiting in the dark, appeared: "Young City Lord."
They reported on the situation of clearing out the bandits last night.
There were a total of 205 people, many of whom were death row prisoners and criminals who escaped from prison during the war. They specifically targeted temples and monasteries, which were places with incense and offerings but had no strong military defenses.
These bandits committed countless crimes. Not only did they rob people of their money, they also used all kinds of cruel means to humiliate and torture women until they died miserably.
It is not difficult to imagine that if Shen Suyuan had not sent people to suppress this group of bandits, the nuns in Lianhua Temple would have been tortured last night and no one would have survived.
Shen Suyuan frowned slightly, unwilling to think about the pain and despair on Cha Jiu's pale face when he encountered these disasters.
An inexplicable anger suddenly rose in his heart.
“Shen Wu, send people to chop off the heads of these bandits and display them on the surrounding hilltops.” Shen Suyuan’s eyes were extremely cold. “Let those bandits who are still hiding in the dark know that if they dare to attack Lianhua Temple again, they will be in trouble with the Shen family of Qingzhou.”
"Yes." Shen Wu accepted the order.
Shen Qi took out a secret letter, which was sent to Lianhua Temple by someone from Qingzhou this morning.
Shen Suyuan opened the letter and found his father's handwriting on it.
——There may be a war between Qing and Heng states, my son, please return home quickly.
Shen Qi thought carefully: "If the two states are at odds, we must return to Qingzhou as soon as possible. Otherwise, if people find out that you are in Lianhua Temple, it will be dangerous for you and... Master Yu Jing."
Shen Wu was puzzled: "What does Master Yu Jing's insecurity have to do with us?"
Shen Qi ignored him.
Shen Suyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "If that's the case, leave one person behind to protect her."
In conclusion, his eyes lingered on the two people in front of him, and finally designated Shen Qi: "Let's pick you, you look smart and clever."
Shen Wu: ""
Shen Qiying said so.
Shen Wu looked at his master, then at Shen Qi, and lowered his head in confusion.
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In order to express her gratitude to Shen Suyuan for helping Lotus Temple, Jingtan lit a stick of incense before he left, asking the Buddha to bestow his merits and blessings on him.
The other pilgrims were very envious.
But Shen Suyuan looked at the burning incense in Jingtan's hand and did not take it: "No need, I said I don't believe in this."
Jingtan was not angry, he just took back the incense in his hand, smiled and shook his head: "It seems that the blessing that the young city lord is seeking is not in my hands."
Shen Suyuan searched the crowd.
Cha Jiu stood quietly, her eyebrows and features were picturesque, her eyes were calm, and she seemed unaware that he was looking for her.
Sure enough, Shen Suyuan's gaze finally froze.
He strode towards Cha Jiu and said, "Please trouble Master Yu Jing to light incense for me."
Cha Jiu looked up at him and said hesitantly, "The incense that the abbot bought for you is better."
Shen Suyuan insisted: "I want yours."
Cha Jiu had no choice but to compromise and go to buy incense for him.
Shen Suyuan took her incense, bowed to the Buddha, and curled his thin lips slightly: "Please bless Master Yu Jing to figure it out as soon as possible and follow me to Qingzhou."
Cha Jiu stopped his hand from burning incense and said earnestly, "You saved the Lotus Temple, which is a great merit. You should be more serious about what you ask for."
Shen Suyuan smiled.
His profile was handsome and profound. When he smiled, the corners of his narrow eyes flew up to his temples, which was extremely beautiful.
The female pilgrims around him looked at him stupidly and couldn't help but gasp.
He pinched Cha Jiu's fingertips with his backhand, trying to let go but not letting go, and said slowly: "I am serious. I have all the glory, wealth, and fame. The only thing I lack is you, Master Yu Jing."
Cha Jiujing was stunned.
Shen Suyuan directly inserted the incense stick into the incense burner.
"The world has been in a state of chaos recently. I will leave Shen Qi in Lianhua Temple to protect you temporarily. If anything happens, you can have him come to Qingzhou to report to me."
Cha Jiu did not reject his kindness, but took out a scripture from his arms and handed it to him.
Shen Suyuan took a look and found that it was the book she had copied late at night a few days ago.
He was stunned: "You copied this scripture for me."
Cha Jiu nodded: "I used blood to melt into the ink and copied this Heart Sutra. When Mr. Shen can't calm his mind and sleep, he can recite this sutra. Maybe it will be helpful."
Shen Suyuan's raised lips lowered, and his expression finally became serious: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Cha Jiu's eyes were bright, and he smiled at him: "I wish you good health and good sleep."
Cha Jiu's smile seemed to plant a holy lotus in Shen Suyuan's dark heart.
Pure beauty, flawless, makes one's heart tremble.
Even when he was sitting in the carriage back to Qingzhou, Shen Suyuan was still stroking the scripture, secretly daydreaming.
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In exchange for a handwritten scripture, he gained 30% favorability from Shen Suyuan.
Cha Jiu felt that those few nights were worth it.
The system did not understand: "If your scriptures can help him sleep peacefully, then he will never need to come to you again, right?"
Cha Jiu chuckled: "So that scripture is completely useless."
System: ""
Cha Jiu: "The bloody words written on his palm can only last for three hours at most, not to mention a sutra with dried ink. I gave him the sutra, firstly so that he can think of me often after returning to Qingzhou, and secondly so that he knows that there is nothing in the world that can replace my role, not even my blood."
The system suddenly understood.
At this time, a nun hurried into the Dharma Hall and interrupted Cha Jiu's practice.
She was still in shock, as if she had been frightened by something: "Yu Jing, there is a donor outside the nunnery with red herpes all over his body, crying and insisting on seeing you."
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